#I love this story with my whole heart

[ermasdoodles]

Women have minds and souls as well as just hearts, and they’ve got ambition and talent as well as just beauty, and I’m sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.

[prince-jjae]

next fic to come out will be the tyun ending of ceilings!!!! so excited to finally have that fic completely done. who cheered?

[insomniamamma]

I'm so glad this story crossed my dash again. I cry every time I reread this. She's so afraid, but Ezra will never let her fall.

Holding Weight

Rating: T. 

Fandom: Prospect

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: Harsh words that Ezra doesn’t deserve and I’m sorry and it hurts me.

Summary: A story about guilt. Ezra forgives you for what you say when you’re angry, even if you have trouble doing it yourself.

A/N: This is a request from @insomniamamma​ for my 300+ Follower Jubilee!  The prompt got a little twisted from what she may have initially intended, but this is what happened in my brains and the core of it is still there…just a different kind of shield. 

Prompt: Ezra + shielding the other one with their body

The weight you’re carrying inside is in disorienting, direct opposition to everything your physical body is experiencing.

You don’t even remember what the fight was about. It might have been about the landing. It might have been about the direction of the dig site. It might have been about these damn weighted boots you have to wear on this damn annoying planet. It was petty and minor and you were the first to go quiet and he refused to break it. So then you doubled down and turned your channels off inside the helmet because you didn’t want to hear him breathing without the words that so easily came with it.

And yet, something in you could still hear him.

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[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[wentian]

HADES II gifs (3/?) "Hear that, Goddess?"

[sensiblethingtodo]

"It's so fun to know that you and Brittany Snow are so close because, I don't know, it just sets something right with the world."

[watchingovergvff]

i have no words. i have never felt so captivated by a story quite like this before. it’s a bittersweet end, not quite ready to say goodbye. pink lemonade will forever hold a special place in my heart. thank you for writing such a beautiful story. if you haven’t read pink lemonade i suggest you get started, trust me it’s worth the time.

Pink Lemonade (series)

PART NINE

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Word Count: 18k words (my longest chapter of anything, ever)

Summary: Being a counselor at your childhood summer camp had been your dream since you were little and you had a specific vision of how it would go when it finally happened. You had not, however, planned to make an immediate enemy.

WARNINGS (this chapter): EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - 18+ ONLY, tobacco use, feelings, suspense, talk of drugs.

Editor in Chief (and creator of the moodboard on each chapter): @gardenvanfleet

MASTERPOST

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You were living in a state of bliss - puppy love, sun-kissed bliss. If your infatuation for Sam weren’t all-consuming, you’d probably feel some form of regret for rejecting this kind of thing all throughout your teenage years - all the missed opportunities. But, as it were, he was all you could think about. You found yourself staring longingly at him across the table at breakfast the next morning, as if your pillow didn’t still smell like him from the night before.

With a little work, you were able to convince him to hang out with you at the lake that day, which served as the perfect excuse to show off a swimsuit you’d packed for camp that was just barely on the wrong side of modest. The Rayban’s he’d worn hid his eyes pretty well, but it pleased you to imagine they were glued to you as you laid out next to him in the sun.

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[lil-lemon-snails]

"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album

I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE

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[v1x3n]

summoning nana fans

[birb--birb]

me, starting up da2 again: man idk if I'm still as emotionally attached to this game as I was back when I did my first playthrough, I mean I was going through it TM when I first played da2 so maybe it's not as important to me anymore also me, 5 minutes later: *in tears over the backstab sound effect*

[mothiepixie]

How would Motti relationship/friendship with Ink be like? Would she find him endearing but yet weird?? I wonder if she would be annoyed by Ink's social inept behaviour and forgetfullness...maybe she would engage in his interest AU's too?? since he's described as an au fanboy and having a hyperfixation on them. So many possibilities....

When they first met Motti was off put by him and he kinda scared her. He just had an air about him that just felt ominous and his lack of concern towards some things irked her. Not to mention he smiled at her so much that Motti was far from comfortable.

But the more he started showing up frequently, she saw him as an oddball mainly because he could never get her name right, And he puked when she complimented his artwork He would sometimes forget he met her all together in the beginning.

Motti's pov of him started changing when she was at her lowest from breaking a sculpture. Ink encouraged her to try again and even suggest how Motti could create something new. Motti had never seen Ink like that before, his energy was contagious.

When Motti started sharing more of her creative works it was like a click happened and Ink was around constantly. He started sharing more of his thoughts and showing her AUs. His excitement inspired her and she tried her best to get to know him better.

He was a goofball, and given her own social ineptitude and forgetfulness, it was easy for Motti to start understanding him more.

Ink becomes protective over Motti because she creates and she showed an interest in his dedications.

Motti, unfortunately, develops feelings for him because someone encouraging your passions and believing you, could sway anyone's heart. However, Motti doesn't think Ink is capable of a relationship and she fears she will end up in tears if Motti told him.

Ink has some curiosity when it comes to relationships so it he doesnt help that he flirts with her for fun.

She's....content with her friendship and wants to keep his passion for AUs and creating alive.

[animalinvestigator]

happy 8 years

i will transform so i don't die

[strryhaze]

bobby & david kennedy

“There was some level on which David tapped his father’s sensitivity. You would find him walking with David or with his arm around David. David just seemed to need it.”

— chuck mcdermott.

“If his father’s death hit David harder than the others, it was because there had been a special bond between them—both were the runts of the litter, sandwiched into the middle of a large family. He was the only one in the family who hadn’t been enthusiastic about the run for the presidency. For weeks after his father’s announcement, David had been plagued by recurring nightmares about Bobby’s death. Distraught over episodes that seemed premonitory, and missing the special attention his father had given him, David had gotten in trouble for throwing rocks at cars passing by Hickory Hill. The day of the California primary, he had joined his father in Los Angeles. The two of them had been swimming and he had felt himself being carried out by the undertow when his father grabbed him, scraping his own head on the ocean floor as he reached for David’s slippery arm. With a teenager’s melodrama, David had decided that he owed his father a life and would look for an opportunity to pay him back in the years ahead. That night as he sat in front of the television set in his room in the Ambassador Hotel and watched [his father] bleeding on the floor downstairs, one of the thoughts he had was that the debt would be forever undischarged.”

“As the worst year of their young lives came to a close, they decided to surprise their mother at Christmas with a book comprised of letters about their father. David’s said: ‘Daddy was very funny in church because he would embarrass all of us by singing very loud. Daddy did not have a very good voice. There will be no more football with Daddy, no more swimming with him, no more riding and no more camping with him. But he was the best father there ever was and I would rather have him for a father for the length of time I did than any other father for a million years.”

— the kennedy’s, peter collier & david horowitz.

“David looked at himself in those pictures like they were a strange sort of mirror. He looked at them half a dozen times at least, mesmerized by them, and he kept asking me questions. There was a tremendous desire to know his father, to really know him.”

— john seigenthaler.

“David and Bobby were so close. They were inseparable. David was small, a runt like Bobby had been.” Ethel then explained to Noelle (her secretary) that David had always been a very sensitive youngster, very introverted, "not like the other boys. He and I would go and pick flowers while his brothers were killing each other with their crazy games", Ethel recalled with a smile.

— ethel kennedy.

“I think about death a lot. Time hasn’t erased the death of my father from my mind. My family thinks I’m no good and that I’ll never beat my problem. They’ve written me off. I’m trying to get it together, but it’s so difficult. I’m having a terrible time at it. And the thing I want most in the world is the approval of my family, but they want nothing to do with me. All I want is to be with my father.”

— david kennedy, april 1984.

“Like his family, his friends had all wondered at one time or another if he would kill himself; but when it finally came his death was nonetheless shocking. ‘I keep asking myself why. Why David? Why now? All I can come up with is that maybe his father was looking down from heaven and saw all the hell these people were putting him through and said, ‘Come on, You’ve suffered enough. It’s time you were up here with me.’”

— nancy narleski.

Years after David Kennedy’s death, his cousin, Patrick Kennedy recalled a haunting and heartbreaking recollection he had with his father, Teddy, sitting beside his cousin’s casket: “My father remembered Bobby telling him that, as a father, he needed to spend more time with David. He also recounted a story Uncle Bobby had told him just before his own death. On the day before the California primary, the Robert Kennedys had gone swimming in Malibu, to relax together. David had been knocked over by a wave and got caught in the undertow, and his father had come to his rescue. When Uncle Bobby told my father this story, he talked about ‘the undertow’ in broader terms, how there was an undertow in life and David, who was only then thirteen, already seemed vulnerable to it. And then, just hours later, Uncle Bobby was murdered as David watched the TV coverage in their hotel room upstairs. It was unbelievably poignant to hear my father tell this story. David was in the casket next to us. And I wasn’t that much older than David when his father worried whether he could survive the undertow.”

[arsenicflame]

every time i think of izzy hands i just have to 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 for a second

[lucid9158]

She didn’t stop in this version…

I’m going to cry

[tanky-baby]

When y’all imagine listeners talking with a character that isn’t their partner, what do y’all imagine their called?

Other that like, actual names ofc, I’m talking about nicknames